NEW YORK, NY.- If Wassily Kandinsky bent the visible world to the whims of his canvas, reducing concert hall scenes to puddles of color and line, Sonia Delaunay seems to have worked the other way around.
A fashion and textile designer by trade, the Ukrainian-born Delaunay (1885-1979) filled the world with bold and delightful patterns with the chevrons and dot grids and floral wiggles of the many scarves and dresses she created in France then let her paintings reflect the results.
Or at least thats the impression given by the Bard Graduate Centers Sonia Delaunay: Living Art, a playful but rigorous unearthing of 184 garments, artifacts and paintings most on loan from France spanning 60 years of Delaunays career.
In museums and textbooks, Sonia tends to stick with her husband, French painter Robert Delaunay, whom she married in 1910. Around that time Sonia, originally trained as a painter in the Fauvist tradition, brought fabric into her practice. Friends of the poets Guillaume Apollinaire and Blaise Cendrars, the two became fixtures of Europes early abstraction and regularly exhibited together, even after Roberts death in 1941, and often at Sonias behest.
But the shared vocabulary the Delaunays developed in the 1910s and 20s the bisected circles and radial segments that fill both of their canvases can be hard to parse when museums display the two painters together, as they often do.
Indeed the current shows curators, Laura Microulis of the Bard Graduate Center and Delaunay specialist Waleria Dorogova, dont always isolate their subject. As you study the long accordion book The Prose of the Trans-Siberian and of Little Jeannie of France (1913), where Sonia Delaunay stenciled serpentine, tutti-frutti shapes in gouache alongside a column of verse by Cendrars, you would be forgiven for mistaking her as the author of the Portuguese Still Life (1916) on display in the same room, Robert Delaunays pastel canvas where concentric ripples emanate from the cores of fruits and vases on a table.
The inclusion of Robert in the show, while it affirms the old power couple reputation of these two artists, seems designed to restore to view Sonias say in the creative partnership.
For instance, a black-and-white photo from Portugal, where the couple briefly lived during World War I, explains that the rippling force fields in Roberts still life were not entirely his invention. Sonia had emblazoned jugs, vases and tablecloths with thick zigzags, pie pieces and bulls-eyes. Robert was merely recording her scene: a whole vibrating kitchen that exemplifies something Sonia articulated in an interview much later hence the shows title and theme that I have lived my art.
Textiles, though, are our best shot at getting Sonia alone for a moment. While both Delaunays painted, only Sonia dyed, embroidered, quilted and sewed. Bard displays cloches, handbags, dresses, curtains, upholstery. On the first floors of the exhibition, her Robe Simultanée and the Gilet Simultané, a patchwork dress and vest from 1913, obey the same downward vortex patterning of her paper collage Solar Prism (1913) and the same contrasts of texture employed much later in her painting Rhythm-Color (1970).
Some very strong moments of exhibition design (no easy feat with so many oddly shaped, fragile and iterative objects) pay off in a wall of crepe silk swatches from Sonias workshop. She called them simultaneous fabrics after the latest buzzword for the multimedia reach of the new abstraction: simultanism. Pattern 86, which Sonia designed in 1925, shows a waving brick motif in a gradient of blue. Pattern 182 from 1926, with its interlocking red and black boxes, is a work of early color minimalism on par with her German contemporary, geometrist Josef Albers.
Inspired by theorist Michel Eugène Chevreul whose 1839 treatise on color harmony is on display in this show Sonia and her fellow pioneers in abstraction had to train the individual elements of color, such as contrast and inversion and value, to speak for themselves as never before.
Floated in glass dividers between the swatches are Sonias instructional color cards to the fabric manufacturer. Exacting and propulsive, these colorways show that she understood the kinships and rivalries of hue with a shrewdly marketable instinct.
Her rugs, tapestries, mosaic flooring, record sleeves and automobile designs, from the 1960s and 70s, show the pop era craving this elder stateswoman on things. On a looping monitor, a music video follows young chanteuse Françoise Hardy through partitions of Sonias design. (If you are in Los Angeles, you can still see one of her final works the triumphal arch to Hamburgs art amusement park of the 1980s, Luna Luna.)
Back in 2012-13, the Museum of Modern Art blockbuster Inventing Abstraction retraced how Sonias cohorts succeeded in casting off subject: Albers borrowed from stained glass, Kandinsky from composer Arnold Schoenberg, Robert Delaunay from the sun. Hed stare at it until inverse colors violated his retinas, then paint what he saw.
Sonia was a fixture of that impressive roundup, and her 2011 show at the Cooper Hewitt taught Americans that her overlooked fabrics were also modern art. But only in Bards dense wardrobe of a show do the sources of Sonias painterly voice become obvious: the bunchable, joinable, repeatable textures of cloth.
The paintings she made while mourning Robert have all the flapping urgency of marine flags. Her pulse-quickening Rhythme of 1945 folds stripes of geometry like a scarf. In one of the shows many photos, Robert paints her in one such muffler. Sadly not on view although reproduced and discussed in the hefty catalog is her very first abstraction, from 1911: a patchwork quilt for their sons crib.
A big step toward the renaissance lately enjoyed by Sonias sister in textile minimalism, Anni Albers, this show tugs at the seams binding Sonia to Robert in the brocade of European modernism. Its a welcome American spotlight on a visionary already beloved in France, and a big-shoes-to-fill prelude for the Guggenheims upcoming survey of her Parisian scene.
A century later, Sonias collisions of form and function still excite and inspire. As in poetry, so with colors, she wrote for a 1966 exhibition. It is the mystery of interior life which liberates, radiates, and communicates. Beginning there, a new language can be freely created.
Sonia Delaunay: Living Art: Through July 7, Bard Graduate Center Gallery, 18 W. 86th St., Manhattan; (212) 501-3000; bgc.bard.edu.
This article originally appeared in
The New York Times.